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Perempuan dan hatinya yang—
mudah cair.
mudah suka.
mudah terluka.
mudah tersentuh.
mudah tersalah anggap.
segalanya mudah.
tak semua tapi almost.

when a guy come into her world—
and wanna be friend with her.
nak nak lelaki tu baik,
selalu ‘ada’ bila kau bosan; sedih; happy; geram.
pandai meng-ayat.
confirm hati lembut perempuan tu akan tersentuh.

three months later—
lelaki tu be like a ‘biskut’.
kejap ada kejap takde.
text harini; besok baru balas.
pastu perempuan pun frust; meroyan.
lepastu salahkan lelaki.
“How could u play with my heart? Hate u!”
“Lelaki semua sama!”
“Tak reti hargai perasaan perempuan.”

padan muka sendiri.
siapa suruh mudah suka.
siapa suruh mengharap.
hmm pada mulanya aku pun salahkan that guy.
tapi bila pikir balik—
my fault my bad.

so nasihat aku pada adik2 yg baru nak hidup—
enjoy this feeling.
tapi jangan sampai buat benda bodoh lak.
luka tu biasalah.
be strong.
enjoy that pain.

01:12 a.m.

p/s; salah kau jugak bro, siapa suruh buat perempuan jatuh cintann kat kau lolz. Bye ;p (via lulumimo)

Dengan lelaki kita mesti sentiasa berhati-hati

Lelaki yang benar-benar ikhlas & beriman tak mudah dijumpai…bagai permata tersembunyi di celah-celah kaca…




My college roommate’s little brother had been diagnosed with a form of cancer originating at the nose that quickly spread to other vital parts of the body just about a year ago.

He has been fighting stage 4 cancer for quite some time, now. Occasionally I’d ask my roommate about his brother as he’d frequently skip class to drive over to the hospital for his brother’s chemo sessions, or to find alternative solutions to his cancer and each time I’d only notice the incredible amount of patience he displayed. He’s easily one of the best people I’ve ever met in my life.

They haven’t been able to find legitimate treatments that could properly work against the cancer in his body. The family is trying hard to raise the necessary funds to get him a treatment in Mexico that has demonstrated high success rates, but has had difficulty doing so.

If you’re able to, please find it in your hearts to chip in. At the very least, please keep him in your prayers InshaAllah.

Update: If you click on the link you’ll notice they’re getting close to their fundraising goals. Please continue sharing this! Any small amount matters.

"…the doctor sent him home to die in peace. Abrar wants to put up a fight for his life one last time.”

If you’ve read that and it’s still not incentive enough for you to help out even with a share on your social networks, then you desperately need to adopt some compassion.

Please, help this brother out.

Jimbaran Bali by (The roadtracker - 一步天涯)

Photo by: Josh Dela Cruz

When I see moon…I can feel you inside…
Photo by: Josh Dela Cruz

When I see moon…I can feel you inside…

Rain take some of my pain…

Rain take some of my pain…


*small happiness* by miuco* on Flickr.

By : Tatiana
My parents have been married for over 30 years and I have been raised in their love. My mother told me my father used to send her a handwritten love letter every day when they were young in Somalia and sometimes twice a day when he missed her something bad. Love is having babies and fleeing a country in war together. It is being scared and being brave anyway. It is missing each other and always being friends. My parent’s love taught me that you need more than beautiful words for love to survive. Love is hard work, it is a commitment every day, it is doing what is necessary to make sure the other person is ok. My father somehow took care of a family of 12+ on a taxi cab driver’s salary and studied by a lamp’s light every night. My mother raised 10 children in a country hostile to their very existence with nothing but pure wit and strength. So I learned early on that love must manifest in actions. My favorite memory of them is how my mother would wait to eat until my father came home every day and them sitting together just laughing, talking, and loving. One time, my father took my mother’s hand and looked at us sitting around the table and told us, ‘you know, I love this woman. She is my best friend.’ And the way my mother still looks at my father, I know he’s not the only one who feels that way.
Yasmin Mohamed Yonis, in an interview for the Black Love Project (via ethiopienne)
The only thing I can see is LOVE

The only thing I can see is LOVE